It is the eve of st jean baptiste that BJG and I first got together for official story. In 1995. I was 19 and he was 29. i spent the following st jean baptiste with two french friends in anglo montreal, on crescent of all crazy places. This was the end of my kebec nationalism period. I had come to figure out that it was a bit dumb and close minded to want a country for ourselves. Plus the concept was vaguely racist so I did not like it. Sentimental, nothing more.